Father, don’t make me do it again, please.
“We all dream of things we cannot have. Tywin dreamed that his son would be a great knight, that his daughter would be a queen. He dreamed they would be so strong and brave and beautiful that no one would ever laugh at them.”
”I am a knight,” [Jaime] told her. “and Cersei is a queen.“
The dwarf tugged at her a third time. Stubbornly she pressed her lips together and pretended not to notice.
“Lady? I’m no lady. I’m the queen.
“My sister will be surprised to hear that.”
“Lord Ryman crowned me his very self.” She gave a shake of her ample hips. “I’m the queen o’ whores.”
No, Jaime thought, my sweet sister holds that title too.
The singers make much of kings who die valiantly in battle, but your life is worth more than a song. To me at least, who gave it to you.
He was glad to be here, glad to be alive, glad to be on his way back to Cersei.
“Honor, “ she spat. “How dare you play the noble lord with me! What do you take me for? […] Tell me, my honorable Lord Eddard, how are you any different from Robert, or me, or Jaime?”
I think it’s really, really weird seeing “the things I do for love” on jaime/brienne fanart. I’ve seen this twice now.
Never fear the darkness, Bran. The strongest trees are rooted in the dark places of the earth. Darkness will be your cloak, your shield, your mother’s milk. Darkness will make you strong.
“You are in the presence of Daenerys Stormborn, of House Targaryen. Queen of the Andals and the First Men, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, Breaker of Chains, and Mother of Dragons.”